Rough draft of short story
It was probably the dumbest thing she had ever thought in her lifeand the very dumbest thing she had ever said. There they were, coming downthe escalator at the airport in Dublin, Ireland, and she had to blurt out,"Wow! All these people look Irish." Well, duh. No wonder he had lefther. Sure, he had waited ten years, but she just knew it had to have beenthat idiotic remark. Who could live with anyone dumb enough to say the And now here she was again, arriving in Ireland, without a man,without a job, but with every intention of getting a job working withhorses, getting a husband, and getting settled in the one place on earthshe had always wanted to be. It seemed there was just one problem: at themoment, the Irish police thought she was a terrorist. "I've told you; those things in my small bag that look like pipebombs are horse medicine. The people I'm coming to visit asked me to bringsome of a new kind of horse wormer to try. If you'd just open the case, orlet me open it, you'd see," Moira said. "We can't touch it; it's your property. And you're a foreign nationaland have not been charged. But the superintendent will be here soon, and
Or perhaps it would have beenbetter if she did. "And you were planning on staying how long'" He said 'were,' past tense. And then, of course, she'd have to marry someone prettyquick so she could stay, she figured, or get someone to fast-track herapplication for citizenship based on her heritage; her grandmother had beenborn here, but that was more than 100 years ago. But here she was,locked in a tiny, cold room on a tiny cold chair. And all thishad to happen PDQ as they said in the States, because her biological clockwas ticking on and she wanted children. " Perhaps, if I ever get out of this, Moira thought, I should just goback to the States. That much you could get on the Internet,trolling the Irish Web sites. "So you can vouch for this woman then'" "Aw, go on with ya and get Moira out of those t'ings so we can go andhave our breakfast. We have to be as careful as anyone these days. But if you'd come, I'dtake it as forgiveness, and I'd be happy to buy you dinner and take youaround Dublin in the evening, and go anywhere you like.
Common topics in this essay:
Dublin Horse,
Mna Jameson's,
Dublin Ireland,
Dublin Swords,
Ah Moira,
Roseleen Murphy,
Joseph Mary,
Moira Kevin,
Moira Statesbut,
I'm Yank,
dublin horse,
royal dublin horse,
royal dublin,
'black irish',
horse farm,
tiny cold,
swords friend,
airport dublin,
hadn't noticed,
home home,
bed bath,
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